Chapter 13 Confession in Paris
A couple of days later, the group's European branch took on a big project. I was sent over to support for two months.
Because I left in a hurry, I didn't have time to tell Zhao Yu.
I just sent him a message saying I went to Paris on business.
Who knew on the third day after landing in Europe, I received a call from Zhao Yu.
"I'm at Charles de Gaulle Airport now. What's your address? I'll take a taxi over."
Me?
"Wait. I'll pick you up."
I stuffed Zhao Yu into the car and asked him, "What are you doing in Paris?"
"The old man wants to open a French restaurant. I'm here to check it out."
I stayed silent for a while, then asked, "Where's your hotel?"
Zhao Yu said, "I haven't booked yet. Is your place spacious? Or I can squeeze with you."
I pulled over to the side of the road.
Zhao Yu poked his head out and looked. "Isn't this a museum? You live here?"
I snorted coldly. "Stop pretending."
Zhao Yu swallowed. "What do you mean?"
But my intuition told me I wasn't wrong.
I simply asked Zhao Yu directly, "Do you like me?"
Otherwise, I really couldn't explain why he had stayed at my house for a month.
Guarding me every day and cooking for me.
Now following me all the way to Paris.
Even for good brothers, this was too much.
Zhao Yu paused for a moment, then nodded.
"I was actually worrying about how to tell you this. Since you saw it, I won't hide it anymore."
"Yes, I am pursuing you."
Now it was my turn to be stunned. "But... but I remember you are straight?"